I went on holiday to my aunt and uncle who lived in the country and had twin daughters aged twelve also. We had a great deal of fun for the first few days as I got on very well with my cousins. One wet afternoon however, we were in the girls’ bedroom when one of them suggested we play doctors and nurses.

I was to be the doctor, so I told the twins to lie on the bed and I began to examine them. Sarah had pulled up her frock and I was just about to take down her knickers when in walked my aunt. She was horrified! She gave the girls a few sharp slaps on the legs and ordered them downstairs at once. She then dealt with me.

'Now young man, I'm going to teach you a lesson you’ll  remember for a long time. Take off your clothes this instant. I'll redden your bottom for you, you naughty, naughty boy'.

Trembling, I undressed until I stood naked before my aunt. She sat on the bed and then took me over her lap, my head well down and my bare bottom raised in the air. She began to spank me slowly and firmly, each slap carefully reddened my smooth white bottom. She spanked and spanked me until I was wriggling and crying, and begging her to stop. When she was finished she stood me in front of her and made me promise never to be so bold again.

Shuffling and crying, with my hands holding my sore pink bottom I gave her my word.

'I'm not finishing with you yet young man', replied my aunt. 'If you act like a girl, we must treat you like a little girl'. She went to the wardrobe and selected some of the girls’ clothes. 'From now on we'll dress you exactly like the twins'.

My pleading and begging was no use. 'Do you want your bottom warmed again?' asked my aunt. I shook my head. 'Very well then. Come here'. She held out a pair of white cotton knickers. Shamefully I stepped into them and my aunt pulled them up snug and tight round my glowing bottom. A white cotton vest was next, which she tucked into my knickers. A little blue slip and short gingham frock, white socks and sandals, and my aunt was satisfied.

When my uncle came home and heard the story he fully approved of my punishment, and warned that if anything like that happened again he would have me over his knee, take down my knickers and spank me with the hairbrush. And so my punishment continued for the rest of the holiday, including a party frock and pink frilly panties which we all wore on Sundays.

The twins and I weren't always able to keep out of trouble and our bottoms were smacked more than once but, that's another story.
Yours sincerely,

D. C.  Sheffield.

I bet D. C.'s cousins were highly amused at his punishment, and I am sure that if they played 'hospitals' again, that it was he who was examined by the giggling girls. How nice that all three were dressed in 'Sunday best' on Sundays - a fashion which has now, sadly, vanished. When I was a girl, the dresses and other clothes which we all wore on Sundays were simply gorgeous, although I must confess we disliked them at the time, since we were not allowed to play in them as they would get dirty, and it was not considered seemly to be boisterous on Sundays anyway.
Susan